She rose groggily, slipping her lithe body into her dressing gown and making her way downstairs for breakfast. ‘You’re a dumb slut, who has no control over her wanton desires or her hot slutty body.’
‘Ooh, I’m not a…mmm’ Isabelle went rigid, her chest thrust up, her breasts waving at Darius as she writhed on the table. Porn vedio ‘Oh Isabelle, don’t think about how. Isabelle pinched herself. Oh yeah, for him to stop talking to her. He unhooked it and threw it behind her. ‘Nuh uh, mmm, I need youuuu…your…ooh your touch…sets me on…fire. ‘Say it’ Darius said in a sing song voice. Just because the school thinks you can get an A doesn’t mean you can skip lesson. ‘I’m not…look at…ummm…my thighs.’ But Isabelle’s legs began to stretch out, her skirt began to cling to her caramel thighs, as they slowly widened, teasing a view of her warm depths. * * *
Isabelle roused from her deep slumber the next day; the sunrise painting her room with daylight. No one thinks you’re a slut. By the end of the day she would be wetter than ever, and then the real fun would begin. Isabelle sighed deeply, and giggled once again. Darius shrugged again. I’m just your hot little slut. She put them on, stood up, and admired herself in the mirror.
